Z’s bro talks

“Mummy, I have a brother because I asked from you. Right?”

“Right …” came my bored reply. Z had asked me umpteenth time. “Do you like your brother?” 

Z exclaimed, “Yes, of course!”

Now that X was older, the same old same old conversation took a twist.

X interrupted, “Then why do you always bully me?”

Both Z and I were dumbfounded with the unexpected response and the unreal situation. If anything, X bullied Z more often or simply a case of pot calling kettle black. 


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